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She slid me down farther, her throat relaxing around the head of my cock, and I couldn’t hold in my groan. I couldn’t help but tighten my hands in her hair, keeping her mouth latched around my cock. “That’s it,” I whispered, my voice ragged. “Take it all, lass.”
Her moan vibrated around me, sending shivers up my spine and causing my balls to draw up, ready to explode. Saliva dripped down the length of my shaft and out the corners of her mouth, drenching hermovements as she bobbed her head. Her rhythm was steady and so fucking maddening.
When Aisling pulled back, her lips were glistening and swollen as she looked up at me, her eyes dark with desire. “Ye taste so good,” she breathed before leaning back in and sucking my cock in deep. She moved her tongue around the sensitive underside of my cock.
I swore under my breath, my thighs trembling as my mate worked me over. She was relentless, her mouth a perfect blend of heat and pressure, her tongue hitting all the sensitive spots on my dick. And when Aisling grabbed the base of my cock, she sucked me harder.
The tension built low in my gut, and I couldn’t help the curses spilling from my mouth. “Aisling… fook. Gods, baby. Ye’re making me feel so damn good.” I groaned and started thrusting in and out of her mouth. “Ye’re gonna make me come, lass.”
And then she took me impossibly deeper, her throat swallowing around my cockhead, and I let out a hiss. I was thrusting back and forth, having no control over my actions. She didn’t pull away. Instead, Aisling hummed around me, the vibration sending me spiraling so spurts of pre-cum coated her throat.
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered, and felt myself teetering on the edge.
My pretty lass was relentless, her mouth working me over sinfully.
“Come for me,” she whispered around my cock, her voice muffled. She cupped my balls, fondling them.
And I did. I came with a guttural groan, thick, hot ropes of cum shooting out of my cock and filling her mouth and right now her throat. My entire body shook with the force. My mate didn’t stop. She swallowed every drop until I was completely spent, my breathing ragged and uneven.
When she finally pulled back, her lips were slick and swollen, drops of white seed on her bottom lip. She stared at me and licked it off. I growled as I helped her up, gripped her chin, and kissed her long and deep. I tasted myself on her tongue, and my cock started thickening again.
I broke the kiss and stared down at her, my chest heaving, my mind still reeling. “Fook,” I breathed. With one last kiss, I led her inside and right to bed. We lay there staring at the fire, Aisling sprawled half on me, her fingers tracing the scars on my chest.
“It’s strange,” she said softly, “how the world can feel like it’s falling apart… and then there’s this. Just us. And it’s more than enough.”
I turned my head, pressing a kiss into her hair. “It’s more than enough, my love.” I could feel her relaxing against me, the tension from the last week melting away. I loved that she trusted me enough to relax, to know I’d protect her.
“I hope everything gets figured out,” she murmured. “The witches, the covens—all the magic in the world… it’ll all work out.”
I knew she was trying to convince herself, and I wanted to ease her, to make her feel as safe as she had before all of this shit. “Aye. And until then, we hold the line.”
She tilted her head to look at me, eyes catching the firelight. “And we’ll always be together.”
That made me smile. “Aye, lass. Always.”
It took only minutes for Aisling to fall asleep against me. I listened to the steady rhythm of her heart, and it eased and calmed me. I thought about what she said. The magic would hold—for a time. We’d work tirelessly to ensure this played out successfully. But the rip was still there and still a threat.
I tightened my arm around my mate, tethering her to me, and looking forward to the future with my female above all else.
CHAPTER 36
KANE
Months later
The night air was brittle, the kind that stung your lungs and burnt your skin.
The forest stretched wide and black around me, every shadow a potential threat. I’d been walking this perimeter for hours, boots crunching over frost-hardened earth, the cold gnawing at my exposed skin.
The Guard, vampire covens, witches and warlocks, and otherOtherworldfactions had been taking shifts here for months now, ever since we’d located the exact spot of the ripped portal.
The breach itself wasn’t visible anymore—at least, not to the naked eye—but you couldfeelit if you stoodtoo close. It was a tingling on your skin, like you toucheda live wire and felt the electricity humming through you. There was a low hum that rang in the wards and a light smell of sulfur lingering in the air.
And it felt like you were being watched by something unseen.
The witches said the wards were holding, but we all knew they were temporary, and we didn’t know what the fuck we were dealing with. How could you fight an enemy when you didn’t know what the hell they looked like and what weapon they used to combat it?
A bandage over a wound didn’t mean it would heal. I stopped in front of where the rip was. I couldn’t see the tear, but I sure as fuck felt it. I closed my eyes, feeling the dark magic seeping out from it.
